Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 409: Hair murder

The East men kept their hair long because it was considered a sign of virtue.

From the moment a male child was born, his mother tended to his hair until he was old enough to care for it himself. It was considered offensive for anyone else to handle it, unless you were someone special to him, precisely, a chosen mate, or a Fated one.

Hence, the moment both are paired and recognized by the pack, the female is expected to cut the male’s hair. It marks a transition as the male goes from the care of his mother to his mate.

He belongs to her now. Everything from his treasured hair to the sole of his feet. So, his hair has to be cut to the root to symbolize the end of an old life, and the blossoming of a new one.

Although Violet had known about it, the reality hasn’t dawned on her until now.

Right now, she was being escorted by a herd of girls she hadn’t seen in her entire life. They were young maidens of the East pack, and apparently, it was tradition for them to lead the mate of the heir to the hair-cutting ceremony.

Although it wasn’t the Cnáimhseáil Anama, Violet sure felt like a bride being led to her groom. Except this bride wasn’t happy at all.

For over an hour, she had argued with Irene and Griffin over the cutting of his hair. Did she really have to cut the whole thing? Couldn’t they just trim it? Maybe spare a few inches?

Not that she minded seeing Griffin with barely any hair, he’d still look dangerously good. But she loved his locks. No, she envied them. She liked touching them, tugging and twirling the hair around her finger. She couldn’t just let them go like that. She had to fight for them!

But Griffin had promised they’d grow back before she knew it, and that this had to be done.

here she was, heading off to commit hair murder. The gods help

full with members of the pack gathered in neat rows, some seated, and

gown, her hair cascading freely over her shoulders and decorated with

see Blaire

just like that, Violet found herself being led

approached, Violet could make out the elders of the pack. They were the older-looking ones, clad in ceremonial robes, and seated in an exclusive spot at the front under a stone arch. They were still, their expressions grave as they watched her with eyes that had

too assessing her. They had

and explained things. Since it was late already, she and Griffin would return to Lunaris tomorrow so she wouldn’t need to come down

from Violet’s mind the moment her eyes fell on Griffin. He was standing on an elevated stone platform beside Irene and a woman she presumed

crimson pants, the fabric hanging low on his hips. His chest was bare, his muscles taut with every inch of him painted with the ceremonial oils. His glorious red mane of a

tears prickle her

Griffin turned to her, his eyes full of love and encouragement as he reached for her hand and tugged her gently to his side. She moved with him with her heart

then the priestess stepped forward, her own the deepest red Violet had ever seen. She lifted her

all her wisdom,

the

day that the heavens open and bestow a bond as sacred as